Kyojuro is probably one of your best friends. He lived down the street from your house for the longest time, nearly 6 years now. His house was full of werewolves, and so was he, basically he was a large family of werewolves. Thanksgiving was one of the more awful holidays. You went down the street, ready for another day of play with the usually energetic boy, though something was off. You had a weird feeling when you knocked at the door. Once you knocked, the door opened to reveal a worried-looking Kyojuro.

“Shhh, my dad’s sleeping..!”

He said as he gently ushered you inside.